North America

THE PECULIAR CHARACTER OF THE PAPER BOAT. - THE HISTORY OF THE ADOPTION OF PAPER FOR BOATS. - A BOY'S INGENUITY. - THE PROCESS OF BUILDING PAPER BOATS DESCRIBED. - COLLEGE CLUBS ADOPTING THEAM. - THE GREAT VICTORIES WON BY PAPER OVER WOODEN SHELLS IN 1876.

PAPER CANOE MARIA THERESA. - THE START. - THE DESCENT OF THE HUDSON RIVER. - CROSSING THE UPPER BAY OF NEW YORK. - PASSAGE OF THE KILLS. - RARITAN RIVER - THE CANAL ROUTE FROM NEW BRUNSWICK TO THE DELAWARE RIVER. - FROM BORDENTOWN TO PHILADELPHIA.

DESCENT OF DELAWARE RIVER. - MY FIRST CAMP. - BOMBAY HOOK. - MURDERKILL CREEK. - A STORM IN DELAWARE BAY. - CAPSIZING OF THE CANOE. - A SWIM FOR LIFE. - THE PERSIMMON GROVE. - WILLOW GROVE INN. - THE LIGHTS OF CAPES MAY AND HENLOPEN.

THE PORTAGE TO LOVE CREEK. - THE DELAWARE WHIPPINGPOST. - REHOBOTH AND INDIAN RIVER BAYS. - A PORTAGE TO LITTLE ASSAWAMAN BAY. - ISLE OF WIGHT BAY. - WINCHESTER PLANTATION. - CHINCOTEAGUE. - WATCHAPREAGUE INLET. - COBB'S ISLAND. - CHERRYSTONE. - ARRIVAL AT NORFOLK. - THE "LANDMARK'S" ENTERPRISE.

THE ELIZABETH RIVER. - THE CANAL. - NORTH LANDING RIVER. - CURRITUCK SOUND. - ROANOKE ISLAND. - VISIT TO BODY ISLAND LIGHT-HOUSE. - A ROMANCE OF HISTORY. - PAMPLICO SOUND. - THE PAPER CANOE ARRIVES AT CAPE HATTERAS.

CAPE HATTERAS LIGHT. - HABITS OF BIRDS. - STORM AT HATTERAS INLET - MILES OF WRECKS. - THE YACHT JULIA SEARCHING FOR THE PAPER CANOE. - CHASED BY PORPOISES. - MARSH TACKIES. - OCRACOKE INLET. - A GRAVE-YARD BEING SWALLOWED UP BY THE SEA. - CORE SOUND. - THREE WEDDINGS AT HUNTING QUARTERS. - MOREHEAD CITY. - NEWBERN. - SWANSBORO. - A PEA-NUT PLANTATION. - THE ROUTE TO CAPE FEAR.

A PORTAGE TO LAKE WACCAMAW. - THE SUBMERGED SWAMPS. - NIGHT AT A TURPENTINE DISTILLER - A DISMAL WILDERNESS. - OWLS AND MISTLETOE. - CRACKERS AND NEGROES. - ACROSS THE SOUTH CAROLINA LINE. - A CRACKER'S IDEA OF HOSPITALITY. - POT BLUFF. - PEEDEE RIVER. - GEORGETOWN. - WINYAH BAY. - THE RICE PLANTATIONS OF THE SANTEE RIVERS. - A NIGHT WITH THE SANTEE NEGROES. - ARRIVAL AT CHARLESTON.

Ouray, Utah, consisted of a large store to supply the wants of the Indians and ranchers, a small hotel, and a few dwellings. The agency proper was located some distance up the Uinta River, which stream emptied into the Green, just below Ouray.

Supper was taken at the hotel, after which we visited a young man in charge of the store, looking over his curios and listening to tales of his life here among these Indians. They were peaceable enough now, but in years gone by were a danger to be reckoned with. We slept in our own beds close to our boats by the river.

Before sunrise the following morning, I had completed my few camp duties, finished my breakfast and dropped my boat into the whirlpool above the bridge. My two friends watched the manoeuvre as I pulled clear of the logs and the piers which caused the water to make such alarming sounds the night before; then they gave me a final word of caution, and the information that the Parker Bridge was sixty miles away and that Yuma was two hundred and fifty miles down the stream. They thought that I should reach Yuma in a week. It seemed but a few minutes until the bridge was a mile up the stream.

The appearance of Desolation Canyon had changed entirely in the lower end. Instead of a straight canyon without a break, we were surrounded by mountain peaks nearly 2500 feet high, with many side canyon between them and with little level parks at the end of the canyons beside the river. The tops were pine-covered; cedars clung to the rocky slopes. Some of these peaks were not unlike the formations of the Grand Canyon, as seen from the inner plateau, and the red colouring was once more found in the rocks.